Lyrics:
you can't have your fame and glory just don't bore me
When I come to see you live, and I paid twenty-five
That's, crazy loot Kris is saying I don't
serious
Ha (it's the Roc) yeah, yo
Let's go
Post Positano, Hov' hanging with Bono
U2 can live like Salvatore Ferragamo
And you, too, can cool out
to her I said hello
She said: "Hey, you're kind of cute" I said: "Yes, I know, but...
By the way, sweetheart, what's your name?"
She said: "My friends
of entertaining
But docile and impossible to explain and, I'm also vain and
Probably find a way to complain about a Picasso painting
Puke Skywalker, but sound
of entertaining
But docile and impossible to explain and, I'm also vain and
Probably find a way to complain about a Picasso painting
Puke Skywalker, but sound
I said hello
she said you're kind of cute I said yes I know
but by the way sweetheart what's your name
she said my friends like to call me exotic
near, so get your body dropped off
I stopped trustin niggaz since Gotti got caught
It's Bricks keep your wrist covered, or piss colored
By the waist
and live
This you spit your bars
I spit a quick barrage, switch to ours
Before you get burnt by all these lit cigars
I spit because the time is upon us
to her I said hello
She said: "Hey, you're kind of cute" I said: "Yes, I know, but...
By the way, sweetheart, what's your name?"
She said: "My friends
and rock masses
NONE passes, without studyin this flow
It's all good as long as you know Kris know!
[Chorus]
While I deal with I, Jah talk to I
When I
to live life right in the sight
Hey yo, my man (huh?)
Somethin tight comin' through the pipe (what?)
You heard the first time, the rhyme is designed
. but he won't get me in time, fuckin with Bone, and he's likin'
these rhymes.
We rhyme, better believe, it's all the time, nigga, we 'live.
We
VERSE 3 ]
Rock a jam and emotion elevate and increase
Jettin words by the syllable, piece by piece
pronunciation is related, rhymes are updated
Don't
got him
My mouth is an Uzi and I shot him
With the hundreds of rhymes and rhythm designed
To make him rewind, this time I draw the line
He's mine...just
with you
The Casanova legend must have been true"
I said, "By the way, baby, what's your name?"
Said, "I go by name of Lois Lane
And you could be my
Caribbean flavour
But I don't mix up with no strangers
I don't mix up wid no strangers
Yea I don't even fuck wid my neighbors
I took a couple L's on the way
diverted by this lyric when you hear it
Ricochet any style any day
Any which way and you'll Cherish the Day like Sade
The advanced oratorical techniques I
shit
George Bush got some nerve, fuck a war
We trying to serve motherfucking 8 balls
Til’ we live at the pool hall
And knock billiards out of your
Boundless
Performer：Chinky Eyes / Derek Chan / JBO / Kemikal Kris / Wesley Jamison
Composer ：Jaxis / KENI
Lyricist ：Chinly Eyes / Derek Chan / JBO
(Busta Rhymes)
Catching my fever
Rob the passanger, the last griever
You don't lone my squad?
Fuck ya'll, we don't love your ass neither
Way off
this!)
Well we just can't miss (just can't miss)
Well we just can't miss
[KRS-One]
Well when I speak this
I'ma be like this, I'ma be like Kris
I'ma
Turn it up now, it's yo' time (ha)
Thanks for yo' nickel and yo' dime (ha)
The Kris-Style will blow yo' mind (ha)
Let's get it started, RIGHT ON TIME
Yeah yeah yup
You know what? I was just downstairs
And I was on my way up here to the studio and
A guy bumped into me and
And he said he said,
Rest on? amazing feets on the otterman
Sit back shit is way too troublesome
This flow headed for a natural disaster
The chip on your shoulder’s
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